Give It A Rest
Though not delirious I know I am serious
yes intense to say the least
My 3 years here have brought tears
to the beauty who loved the beast
Please hear this right there hasn’t been fright
just her struggle with my pain
A wound that weeps and constantly keeps
love from it’s divine domain
My pen stumbled, the keystrokes fumbled
as I tried to find a way
To share with you something true
about me this present day
Sitting at home writing this poem
about an agony unhealed
Do I bother to share, will anybody care
about what will now be revealed
My mother took pills to end her ills
with me and my twin inside
She was found before death closed the door
But in her heart trust all but died
My father had success making a bloody mess
his chest blown open by his rifle
Then when mom gave birth she almost left earth
a thirty day coma did it’s best to stifle
When she finally broke free her eyes couldn’t see
she was blind for another week
A year went by before even I
had a chance to hear her speak
She visited me that one time before she did climb
into that train headed yonder
Some beginnings are tough, mine was pretty rough
perhaps that’s why I ponder
I am writing this because, when is always was
if it’s not speaking about the future
Dealing with what’s been dealt I have too often felt
This wound needs a smile long suture
So I try my best but please give it a rest
the next time you see a frown
My life is not done, I do understand fun
I just need to look up more often than down